Contemporaneous: Chapters 53 – 55
53. I wake because of several things: my mouth’s so dry, the bed’s unfamiliar (and so are all the sounds around me), and there’s this dread that pokes in from last night – so many things are a blur, I’m not sure (and can’t be sure) I didn’t fuck up in some way. That’s drinker’s remorse – that panic that arises in the vacuum of the haze that I’ve done something wrong, that I’ve lost my wallet or something else important, or maybe there’s something that I simply can’t remember, and won’t remember, until cops or somebody comes calling. But some things piece together quickly: Stan, drinking, strip club, stripper’s…
Contemporaneous: Chapter 52
52. We end up at a bar in the city, and then another, drinking obliviously, paying too much for beer and, for the most part, reminiscing about school, friends, and family; or talking about important theological questions, like which Star Trek series are better (but agreeing that all the new stuff is shit); that Stranger Things is grossly overrated as style over substance; how modern Hollywood predominantly makes special effects extravaganzas rather than stories; and then we talk about death, because that’s where it’s lumped nowadays as a discussion – from pop culture to the ultimate end. “If I had the guts to do it,” Stan says, “I’d go.” We’re…
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